Hope is a bird,
a pretty little thing.
It is flight, and height, and wings.
Hope is a song,
a sweet sounding thing.
It grows and sows and sings.
Hope is a dream,
a wild spinning thing.
It walks and talks and breathes.
Hope is in me,
a great shining thing,
With flight, and height, and wings.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Hope
Posted by Jennifer at 7:14 PM
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2 comments:
Love this! Did you write it?
yeah, thanks :)
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